Leaves

[Afishamongmany]

LeAvEs
How they have fallen,
Laying thick,
Pressing the jostling grass
Under them.
Obliterating it from sight.
Their browns and yellows brighter
Than the grey above.
Achieving a moment of glory,
In death a dominance.
Looking up to freed branches
Framing veiled light,
Had they thought to fly,
Letting go their source of life?
How they have fallen!

[Afishamongmany]

Thank you Fatsolicious and welcome to TPS. I don't know if your signature poem is yours but it is sweet and disturbing. Look forward to seeing your work.
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[Robert Haigh]

An interesting write. Descriptive and poetic. The autumnal colours are a nice touch.

[Chelle]

I love the colors! For many it's that time of year and certainly the colors are beautiful. I thought the ending was interesting. They triumphed in their beauty but also caused their death. How tragic

[Josie]

Watching the leaves fall to the ground or swept across the yard by the wind is an inviting autumn experience, but your last stanza took it to a different level.
'In death a dominance.
Looking up to freed branches
Framing veiled light,
Had they thought to fly,
Letting go their source of life?
How they have fallen!'

By personifying the leaves, I thought about the dead being personified and looking back on their lives. Driving a speeding car, they might have felt like they were flying, only they lost their source of life. Like the leaves, they might have realized, 'How they have fallen!"

[The ghost]

A gorgeous ode to the great sadness

[INFPoet]

I agree with The ghost. This is truly a very beautiful piece. Heartrending and lovely all at once. Don't know if words can do it justice.

~INFPoet